It's absolutely unexpected... and absolutely welcome.

"Of course." He doesn't really know what to do with it, being wanted like this. The last time anyone other than Nate sought his company like this for comfort was... Wasn't. It's a feeling he's unfamiliar with and he shifts a little, reconsidering the whiskey. Certainly a drink would make this easier, but he knows better.

"Did you know I'd another cat once? His name was Ser Pounce-a-lot." Babbling fixes everything, right? "Jonas found him for me after, after..." His voice loses strength. It feels a little too soon to be talking about Jonas, but he tries to continue. "After he, the cat, I mean, survived a shriek. He was... I think I should probably stop talking."